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Frozen shadesStrung white across the frozen city's streets,Maybe colorful, I don't know, I'm too distracted,Mostly because life is like a black and white movie,Colored in shades of zero originality,Especially in winter.It's always like a weight on my chest,Of a hundred and twenty tons,Different tones, weights and love,Always non original because of non color,There aren't any rainbows here.Meltdown,With the snow receding into the depths of the ground,I'll miss the snow, but I know it'll come back,Hopefully, it will swirl around in circles,And fall down, sticky on the ground.But of course,At this time of night,It's just gonna beBlack and white.
Snowy heartI'd love to linger in the snow,But it seems like I've got no time,I always get too cold too quickly,And end up going inside.Snow is love, to me,Covering everything.The way it collects everywhere,Even in my hair.Snowflakes, each unique,I wish humanity was the same,It's an exception for you,But sometimes the lies are actually true.Each one of us is unique, pointy,Like an icicle,That dangles gently from the roof,You remain there, out of reach, and aloof.Until I can pull myself upI'll walk out into the forestSit me down, on the groundAnd watch the snowflakesFall down.
Teardrops on my KeyboardThere are teardrops on my keyboardAnd I'm not sure how to explain whyJust these feelings wind me upTarget unkempt emotions.Mind scheme, tell me your plansI'd like to know what you have in storeIs this mental pain, or physical?Awake for hours just staring at starsThrough my bedroom windowsShuddering under my coversIs harder than I thought.Dreams come like painkillersBut of course, you seem to be the starMaking needles shoot up my nerves.I've been cold for a week,Just alone at night with the moonTeardrops on my keyboard at homeSo I guess I'll just sit here on the steps.It feels like I could walk to youEven better, talk to youI want to feel alive with your voice. I wish that you were here,Cause it takes two to stare at the moon.
SleeplessLethargic mornings are spent trying to slap yourself awakeAnd restless nights when you toss and turnEvening filled with unbearable exhaustionBut you don't have enough time to sleep.Only the music can make you fall asleepSo when you wake, there's music in your earAnd, or course, earbuds or headphones.Stars vainly sparkle to tell you to restThe moon sighs with your every fidgety breathColors over the tree line in the morning say "shh"And when it sets it wants to cradle you in it's arms.It may seem that, indeedWe are cruel to nature.But nature loves usAnd would cradle us in darkest times.You saw something lying in the snow yesterdayIt was brightest red, and stitchedIt was broken, yesBut when you picked it up and held it to your chestIt grew warm.It was mine.